I love the smell of barbecue in the mornin', it smells like VICTORY!!!!

On a more sober note, you all just know that some group of PC police is going to be coming after all of us one day. Supposed carcinogens... High cholesterol... Chopping down and burnin trees... Playing patriotic and honky tonk music at all hours... Roasting up tasty animals... Growing long beards and wielding razor sharp 2 foot butcher knives... Hanging American flags from our pits...we just are doing an Irish bug stomper dance over every single Red button issue they hold dear. Why, I bet Egghead alone is guilty of 40 city felonies in Bloombergalonia alone, including illegal trafficking in trivets and endangered wine cork trees - dial 1-900-Geaux Weaud. Papa Tom, admit it, you probably got an illicit potato gun or 3 stashed in yer garage in the secret safe behind yer Snap-on-Tools Girls of 2013 calendar. And Bludawg? He's gotta be the PC Public Enemy No. 1 as an international oil drum smuggler. I bet Interpol has been secretly following you around for years in a hybrid Prius wired up with remote Bang and Olafsen microphones and some Fisher Price binoculars! Blu, they're warming you up a bunk at the State Tofu Reducation Camp for the Bovine Addicted... Under every backyard playset, a hidden weed burner; behind every garden shed, a buried stash of Hickory Scented pellets; in every outback workshop, a fully automatic, twelve barrel, .58 caliber, sausage sleeve stuffer. I mean, we are the Robin Hoods and William Wallace's of our day. And jest because I may be paranoid, doesn't mean I'm wrong.

As for my tongs (with the mesquite wood handles), they'll have to pry them from my cold dead hands as they say.

BE WELL, BUT NOT DONEHank: "Do you know how to start a man's heart with a downed power line?" Bobby: "No."Hank: "Well, there's really no wrong way to do it."